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Vasile TĂRÂŢEANU: The Inquisitor to the Poet

 

You shall be burnt alive at staple

along with your circles, all,

I mean-n… your poems…

 

Give up, your poems!

 

Swear

that all you have been claiming is not true,

that a sweet basil wisp

is not lucky love’s blossom,

and dew

will not be dawn tears

as well as perfume

will not be the zodiacal sign of flowers and

the daring will not be

the lion-hearted

and that your parents will not be your parents…

Your parents are not your parents…

 

Endless is this staple,

mother.

(Traducerea: Ioana Carp)

 

La mulţi ani, Domnule Poet,

şi Dumnezeu să vă ţie

numai întru bucurie!